Drawn out

Frost has command now
the grass will lay low
such a drawn out feeling
on the drive home
explosion of colour
exited too soon
snow clouds move in
close it all out.

Thought

An empty shell just knocked about
hollow drummings of yesterdays?
sounds drift in-
wind, plane, a shout
add to the jumble
process for future reference.

Passed by

Random thoughts sent out
as chaff to the wind?
or flotsam scattered when the maelstrom quits?
could be little more
then a common sight passed by.

treasure

The eye of the treasure
a glimmer for me
found, lost, hidden
rarely attained for free

Ill gotten is far from free
a pandered out prospect
you soon shall see
to hoard it all close
the guilty gamblers glee
consumed till the end
until fates final fee

Need I love you? Why?
The heart-song a joy lit chorus
filters through the wood-lot
stops to pause at the meandering
stream of dreams
to scoop deeply into its' waters
a hearty refreshing draught! Soothing life-spring
can one not wait to quicken the steps?
light airy foot-falls, treadings that glide
above the forest path, a journey-road
leading to you. Dancing eyes that tease a smile
parted lips issuing the glad tune
an embrace to settle a longing in the soul.

Is it a mirage rising from the road-bed?
a thirst for cool refreshment,
hot dust with each foot fall
The quarry-man will pause, think of quiet meadows
return to life's work, pick-bites on the earth
a search for something, somewhere
butterfly that can not be grasped
rise into the blue heaven of sky
disappear into the wood lot.

seen to be...

It was thought the cause-reaction contained elements that, seen to be relevant, might pan out in the long run. I for one was not so sure. Seemed more 'mamby-pamby' to me and I wanted none of that! A strong fresh draught to breathed deep down into the lungs suited my style better. Why half-step? Indeed, why. "... and away down yonder a catawaller echoed about. Seemed that something of import was stirring..."